Gone to Her Home.
Died, at the residence of her brother, Dr. Thomas Thomas, New Haven, Connecticut, November 14th, 1883, of nervous exhaustion and insanity, caused by the long watching and tending of her sick husband and death thereof, Mrs. Anna Evans, aged 50 years.

It is but a few weeks since we chronicled the departure of Mrs. Evans and her youngest daughter, Dora, for a winter's visit with her brother and sister in New Haven, Connecticut, and but a few days previous to her death she wrote to her children the good news that she was safe at her destination and enjoying a good time. This undoubtedly gave much pleasure to her loved ones in the sweet quiet little cottage on the hill nearly a mile from this place, for she had not seen the day of joy very often since the death of her husband, not more than nine months since. Last Thursday morning was ushered in with all the beauties of a happy day; but when the sun had cast its last rays o'er field and meadow, hill and valley, and night's misty awning was fast spreading its wide wings o'er nature's doings when the members of the dead mother's family were flocking together and thinking and talking about her in the distant city, then suddenly there was a knock at the door and the saddened tidings were received "Your mother died today. Shall we bury her here or bring her to you?" Words cannot express the shock and the pain these lines, though few, must have brought to the hearts of these now orphan children and volumes of comment could not tell it plainer than the reader can imagine.

Anna Thomas was born in Port Dinorwic, Carnarvonshire, North Wales, in 1883, where she lived with her parents until her removal to America in 1857, one year after which she was married to Mr. R.R. Evans in Brooklyn, N.Y. They came to Carroll County, Iowa, in September 1878, after nearly twenty years residence in Dodgeville, Wisconsin, where they made many friends.

The deceased was a member of the Church of God, to which belief she earnestly clung for many years. As a true Christian woman, a loving mother, a devoted wife and kind friend, she hardly had an equal, as may be seen from the vast multitude of people that came to pay their last tribute on Sunday afternoon. She leaves six children, two boys and four girls, two of the latter being quite small, and a sister and a brother and sister, besides many friends to mourn her loss, while she joins her husband, parents and one child in heaven.

Her corpse arrived here last Saturday afternoon, accompanied by her brother and nephew, Thomas Thomas and Thomas Williams. She was buried in the Eden Township Cemetery, by the side of her husband, who died early last spring. The funeral was one of the largest ever known in Eden Township, and the ceremonies were conducted by the Rev. Laughlin of Manning Sunday afternoon, November 18, 1883, at 3 o'clock. We wish to add the following lines in memory of her ashes which we trust will be deemed appropriate.

"There is no death; what seems so is transition!
This life of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call death.
She is not dead, the one of our affection,
But gone on to that school
Where she no longer need our protection,
But Christ himself doth rule."
Jessie Copperfield, Templeton November 20, 1883